Money Talks ft. Just Terry

I made a promise, won't take out my skelly Till I get some money, roll up a Russian

or roll up a honey Give me a chocolate or give me a bunny

Walk in the bank and they look at me funny I'm reeking out loud, I'm lost in my thoughts

And I'm lost in the clouds Buying this shit, I cannot pronounce

All of my music, it come with a bounce All of my albums, come with a ounce

Shit, I'ma include a zip Glad this rifle came with a stick

Pocket full of blues, I came with a crip She came with ass, but I got her to tits

Run to the money, just like a blitz I met her at the ritz, she got sense

We ain't even make it upstairs, we got tintsWe ain't even make it upstairs, we got tints

She text me back where you at I'm at the trap, but I'm on my way back